No birth date. No date of death.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
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Inside: Photos of eyeballs, bees, eyeballs, blue hands, and eyeballs. Also inside: Thoughts I want you to read and to live by and, when especially inspired, to set to opera. Also inside: my fight against vegetable tyranny. Just a little something I do so you don’t have to. You're welcome. Come on in and get your jibber jabber on!
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This was one of my favorite places to take photographs in Georgia (at least, if you took it where I think you did)--I went there several times when I wanted some peace (odd, I suppose to find it in a graveyard...and also, like your KFC picture suggests, it was never quite possible to get away from it all). I never discovered Little Johnny's stone, but I remember being struck by the tiny graves of twin infant girls.
Who takes pictures in cemetaries?
That's really creepy.
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